tats and sneaks

On March 26th 2011 I got my first tattoo.

Pretty awesome right?

I will post a picture up later, but to explain it its a black crescent moon with a black cat silhouetted on the inside with 3 stars in it. I was debating for a long time what tattoo to get and where to get it until I finally decided.

I know I haven't posted a blog up in forever, which still makes me a little bummed but as I said before nothing about the days jump out at me. When I got this tattoo I thought I would feel different, I thought a part of me would be satisfied and a new window would be opened somewhere in my mind.

But it didn't happen, I just felt that what I did was pretty cool and different, but not tremendously amazing. It didn't feel like a milestone or an accomplishment but just a rush due to sponeity.

What made more of an impact was buying my first pair of NIKE sneakers. For once I bought something that wasn't from a thrift store, clearance rack, back of a truck, or a hand me down. It was something I needed, I worked for it, I got it, and I was happy. I'm not knocking on the thrifty way of shopping because it's amazing, but sub consciously I was feeling that I wasn't meant to have nicer things, that I was just suppose to settle for less and what was a necessity; basic, particle, useful. It's great to indulge once in a while especially when you worked for it...it just adds a little meaning to me being such a busy beaver since for a while I thought I was just working to eat, sleep, work, and die eventually.

Going back to the tattoo I feel I really found something that expresses me in a permanent symbol right below my neck. It was on the to do list of this year so when I think about it I'm losing weight, I got a tattoo, so now I just have to get a better job, place to live, a car, and go on the greatest vacation ever.

2 out of 6 goals in 3 months looks pretty good so far...I guess.

Randomniscity

I really can't connect the thoughts that I have right now. I can only toss them out like a new puzzle and try to see the bigger picture eventually.

I want to see my friends again, but every time I get a chance it's like the universe keeps me in a corner like a bad kid in school.

Sometimes I want time apart but the time we spend together turns into time well spent.

I really hate kids so damn much. The only thing that gives me a bigger panic attack than spending the rest of my life with brats is seeing a roach.

It's crazy that if you never try to do anything you're a loser
If you just seem to get by you're considered lucky
But what is the word for when you try your hardest and still don't succeed?

My kitties make me laugh, which is good because I don't laugh too often.

Everyone hates my boss, but there had to have been a time when she had dreams and she was the person everyone liked.

I really need to stop wishing everyday I was someone else because someone out there probably wishes they were me.